From warm blooded avian, tossed & soft drifting,
Turning within silence, upon silken breeze,
shifting,
Messages gently swirling, from the Angels up
above,
And presented by messengers, of gull, tern &
dove.
Letters from loved ones, who now sleep in death,
Blown down to earth, upon breezes of their breath,
Cradled with love & sent, by thermal´s loose
fingers,
Delivered to my heart, where your presence still
lingers.
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